We wuz WFPing the winter months of 62/63, River Thames froze over that year and the clock on the mighty Big Ben froze still for 13 long days, without end. We dint know if were day nor night-time, even the sun stopped shinin' that winter, in fact some zay twere the sun's fault.
Ol' Bill, be never came 'ome that winter, zum zay he froze to death WFPing the local home for the bewildered, zum zay he never made it back from ol' Mrs Langtree. Mrs Langtree had a soft spot for Bill, Bills wife have been a widow since the winter of 62/63. Most years she have a new lad to help her out, most years it our apprentice, though none have made it back from Mrs Langtrees the year snow lies on the ground.
Best beware, if tis a rare winter months you be afeared of, don't be going winder cleaning, that's for sure. Ask the ghost of Ol Bill, he knows; they found his knackers, they were hangin', froze to the hedgerow outside the lunatic asylum,
Zum may zay Mrs Langtree knows what happened to Ol Bill, some of us knows better.